Page 12 of Playing with Forever
That was everything I could’ve ever hoped for, and more.
Chase caught his breath before I did and pushed himself up and off of me. His gaze was still intense but gentle as he searched my face while he undid my cuffs and massaged my wrists. Then, he settled on the bed next to me and pulled me onto his lap. I curled up against his warm chest and sighed in contentment.
“How are you feeling?” he murmured, idly stroking a hand up and down my arm.
He sounded—notsoft.I wasn’t sure Chase was capable of soft. But he sounded genuine. So genuine that I just sank into it, and let myself be taken care of by him.
“I’m good, thank you, sir.”
“You can stop with the formalities now. The scene is over. This is just aftercare.”
I frowned to myself. ‘Just’ aftercare. Like him holding me was no big deal after the most profound sexual encounter of my life. And maybe it wasn’t a big deal to him. Maybe it was just a big deal to me because I’d never experienced anything like this before.
The realization was painfully ironic. This was the softness that Heath had been so eager to give me. I was craving it now, happy to accept it. But this was in the aftermath of all that rough domination. If Heath had been willing to work with me and give me what I wanted… I would’ve happily given himthis,what he wanted.
It was a bit of a shock to lie there and realize that dichotomy, but I didn’t say any of it out loud. The last thing Chase wanted to hear, I was sure, was my revelations about my defunct relationship.
So, instead, I lifted my head from his chest and smiled up at him. “That was pretty damn amazing. I always hoped it would be like that with the right person, so thank you for the experience.”
A small frown formed on his brow, even as he gently brushed my hair back from where some of it had fallen out of my ponytail, sticking to my forehead with sweat. “You did exceptionally well.”
“I would like to do this with you again sometime,” I said, the words rushing out of me. I was exhausted right now, but I already knew that I wanted to learn more about this lifestyle. “This is everything I’ve ever wanted sexually, and I want to learn about the different Dom/sub dynamics. I trust you to teach me.”
That frown deepened and he shook his head while lifting me off his lap and setting me aside on the bed while he stood up. “I think it’s best if this is just a one-time thing between us.”
That momentary warmth and tenderness was gone, and I could almost see him erecting those walls between us again as he put on his pants, those emotional barriers that had kept me at arm’s length for the past six years and it infuriated me now that I knew how compatible we were.
If he thought he had the last word on the matter, or that I was going to passively, meekly agree, he was wrong. The only place I ever planned to submit to a man was in the bedroom.
I moved off the bed, too, and walked to where he’d left my things on a chair. “Okay, fine. Have it your way,” I said as I slipped my dress over my head and tugged it into place. “But if you won’t be the person who will teach me and guide me through this, then I’ll find someone at this club who will.”
His gaze snapped back to mine, flashing with barely banked anger. “You don’t fucking belong here,” he snapped.
“Really?” I shot back, stunned at the sheer force of his fury—which, much to my shock, seemed territorial and possessive. “You can honestly say that after everything you put me through tonight, and I loved every single thing, especially you dominating me? Or did you honestly think that you were going to scare me off? With your pierced cock and your nipple clamps and an anal plug? Either you teach me what I want to learn, or I’ll find someone who will.”
He clenched his jaw and glared at me, mouthwateringly shirtless and his hands jammed on his hips, as if he could intimidate me into changing my mind. I lifted my chin and stood my ground, glaring right back. I’d never met anyone who sparked the same wild heat in me that Chase did, and I could admit to myself that I’d feel robbed if I only had this one night with him to explore all this new territory. I was insanely attracted to him. I trusted him. But if he wouldn’t guide me through this, then I would find another capable dom in this club who would.
Chase looked like he wanted to reach out and strangle me, or bend me over his knee and paddle my ass for being so willful and not backing down. “God, you’re so fucking stubborn,” he bit out.
I lifted my chin. “And determined,” I said, two words that told him I was not going to yield on this decision.
Chase assessed me, more cool and composed now. “All right.”
I blinked in surprise. “All right?”
“All right,” Chase repeated, sounding exasperated. “I’ll teach you. But only so that you can explore with someone safe and trustworthy before you go out on your own.”
“Wow, condescending much?” I rolled my eyes at him as I put on my underwear, then slid into my heels. My legs were a little wobbly, but I did my best to hide it. I didn’t want him to see how sex with him still had me weak-kneed, even as irritation prompted me to continue. “You know what? Forget it. Not if you’re going to act like you’re doing me some big gracious favor.”
He narrowed his gaze at me. “You asked me to do this and now that I agree, you don’t want it?”
That scowl probably made most women cower, probably men, too. But after tonight, there was very little about Chase that could scare me off. Not his sexual inclinations, and certainly not his boorish attitude.
I walked straight up to him and jabbed him in the chest with my finger, which he probably didn’t even feel considering all the muscle there. “What I want is someone who will actually be a good sex partner, not someone who’s going to keep me at arm’s length and treat me like I’ve got the plague.” Done with this aggravating conversation and equally aggravating man, I started past him. “I’m not a charity case. So you can just take your—”
Chase seized my ponytail in his hand, bringing me and my tirade to an abrupt stop. He tugged hard, forcing my face back and up, and then his lips were on mine.
I found myself grabbing onto his arms so I didn’t fall on my ass. With his hand holding me in place, he ravaged my mouth in a hot, deep, angry kiss that was filled with fury and passion and so much heat I nearly melted right there in front of him. I’d never, ever, been kissed so aggressively, his lust and hunger and dominance thrilling me.
